The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-09-02
JUDGE AND Ex-wlTNEss.
Kew the Former Lost Both His DEst nj
and a Portion of His XEardrohe.

and Portion Of HIS Wardrobe.
Judge Wimbledon, of the twd MY
ninth judicial circuit, is, while ON the
bench, man of severe dignity, hut in
private life he is known as a gentle
man of many admirable social quail
ties. Several days ago the judge went
out into the mountains to rest and
amuse himself, and had just dEsmcunted
from his horse when peculiar look
ing old fellow came along the rough
path that wound its way among the
Jagged rocks. The old fellow, upon
spying the judge, stopped, looked ears
estly, and then an odd mile cCept
about the corners of his rnouth, and
then, as though seeking ambush, Sc
GREETED itself in the old fellows whisk-
ers.
''GoOd morning" the Judge pleas,
antly called.
Hi
'.DO you live about heres'h
''Ah, hah."
''Any fish in this streah?'o
Dunno"
PLENTY of squirrels up there, sup
pose"
Dunno"
'Think Wen have rainF'
Dunno
The judge, somewhat disguised,
turned away and threw his line into
the water. ''Chug," a stone struck
his cork. He turned quickly, but saw
no movement on the part of the old
fellow, who sat on a stone, with both
hands showed deep into his pockets.
"What was that?' the Judge de.
manded.
''WhatP7'
Something struck my cork"
Don't know nOthin' erbOut it,
The Judge turned away, and henext
moment another stone struck his cork.
The judge turned quickly, but the
old fellow sat with his hands in his
pockets
'Look here, sir, 1 believe that's
you"
''Yas, this is me-"
Il say I believe you threw those
stones"
(Which stones?'
''Those that struck my cork. Don't
you do it again.
The judge again devoted himself to
his fishing, but not without Interrupt
ton, for stone came down and knocked
his cork off.
''You COMPOUNDED old wretch! what's
the matter with you?'
"Nothin'. Whut's the matter with
you?''
You good-for-nothing old rascal,
} GU don't know how to treat gentle
IN an"
Never had chance to treat one at
ALI"
~.Don't talk to me that way. You
don't know who 1 am
"Yae, [ reckon I do" The smile
sprang from its ambush in his whiskers
and pranced over his face. ''Some
time ago." said the old fellow, 81 wuz
a witness in yo' cou't, an while wuz
thar you Ret one O. them lawyers ketch
me in a lie an frowned at me an rid
over RE an hill me down an cleared
yo' throat at me an shuck yo' head at
me an done ever thing you could to
make me wush that / wuz dead, an
now yo' must GIT. -
what do you mean?'
''Mean that you must git; mosey
way frum here. It's my time to make
you feel mean. Drap that pole an
git"
Il won't do it, sir
Won't you? Wall, we'll see."
He drew an enormous horse pistol.
"Git!''
''Look out, I"
s'Gitv'
LET me get my hat and coat"
'Never mind. Ctr
The judge got, and when he returned
home he told his wife that he had
given his hat and coat to poor blind
man whom he had found in the hills.
''Ah. Robert, " she said, as she put
her arms around his neck, ''your gem
erosity and benevoLence will be re-
warded, if not in this world
That's all right, Mary. The poor
man needed help"
"Why, you've torn your trousers and
lost the heel off one of your boots"
Eyes, l jumped into the water to
save a little girl"
''You are a noble man, Robert -
-Arban1salO IrdUeIer.